Tor Ulven – the tragic poet.

Born in Oslo after the Second World War, inspired by André Breton, famous French writer and the leader of the surrealistic movement. He created a whole world himself, just before he decided to end his life. Because life is sometimes too much to handle. But before he did this gruesome decision, he was the most influential modernist poet in ’80s and ’90s.  His works are short, meaningful and for someone who’s not used to poetry – can be quite weird. His poetry isn’t called the background noise of the universe (David Winters at Full Stop) for no reason. Here are some of his poems that I’ve picked (and those who had an english translation).  Continue reading “Tor Ulven – the tragic poet.”

Ode to the forest.

Today something different. To be more specific – a poem, I wrote after a walk through the forest. Because what’s better time for an ode, than the last day of the year?

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Autumn.

Darkest, coldest and sleepless. Autumn has come to Norway really quickly, coloring all the trees by the street you walk to work and university. It become really colorful, but also the autumn depression has come by.

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